About CS Poems (263)

You are not single until you are past thirty two
Argue as you like this is still true
So there’s no need to fret and get worried
It is simply a matter that you are not yet married

Seeing you are not yet on the shelf
Stay with the little boys and enjoy yourself
You do not need a ladder on which to stand
There are many good guys within reach of your hand

Stay home and play with your toys
Do not join singles sites frequented by the big boys
We have been around and played the game
And have no desire to see you doing the same

Leave singles sites to the big girls
Gone are their days of pony tails and curls
Here you find poems of betrayals, mistakes and regret
Big girls that know how to give as good as they get

We are no knights in shining armor
Off us has rubbed the glamor and the glitter
In the school of hard knocks we have been tested and tried
Now we hold our heads high with pride

Being around for many years one gets sullied and stained
Learning well how to deal with hurts when pained
Seeing you are looking for lights shining so bright
Just stick to your dreams when you sleep at night

I come on here and what do I see, beautiful faces who wont consider me.

"I think she is pretty" is what I say, "but I doubt she would talk or even look my way".

Is it those who look pretty, is that how to win? No it's just those who are pretty within.

Looks can decieve and destort whats important in life, is it only looks that you want from a wife?

Will it be looks that you love until your end or would it be somebody who is also your friend?

Look inside first and outside next because beauty inside is what you'll love best.

A love and a friend is what can make marriage work, much better than being married to a good looking berk.

Take me for instance, my looks are not great but I'd be more than a husband, I'd be your best mate.

Just because I am from Singapore,
Does not mean I am Alien!
Just because I live with my mother,
Does not mean I am a mummy's boy,
Just because I am lonely,
Does not mean I am desperate!
(But I am)
Just because I am short ,
Does not mean I cant get taller girls,
Just because I am different,
Does not mean I am not human.
Just because I write poems,
Does not mean I am boring.
Just because I am obese,
Does not give you a right to ridicule me!
I am not tall,not smart,not even intellectual ,
But you will find ,a funny,friendly,caring,honest,sincere,faithful,romantic guy inside,
Trying to get out and be what I am and not just because you said
so...

Valiant Sir Fellsman,
His pen is mightier than any sword.
His deeds reach across many seas and mountains,
Where Warlords and Dragons are counted,
On his tally of tasks and quests accomplished.
His code of honour protects many a virgins,
From bandits of scammers in Westwood,
He is more deadly than Clint Eastwood.
On days of thunder he plays bolt cannon,
And when Cupid calls,
He rent his bow and arrows,
Nothing escapes his eagle vision,
Nothing is lost in making his decision!
In battle beware his libido strength,
Taken full by maiden's bosom!
The wrath of Khan are lost on his brow,
His temper flare with tempest fiend!
His bow is only reserve for high wisdom,
His weakness is on the arm of a woman,
So has Samson ,so has Sir William,
Fallen and never risen...
The tale of Sir Fellsman told,
In poems at poetry Corner !
THE END

Bleed the day,
Make the most,
Time is short,
The end is close,
Enjoy to the fullest,
As time flies by,
Eat ,drink,and be merry,
For tommorrow we all may die...

Come on dance baby,
Let's me show you what I mean, Turn up the music,
Let me take your hand ,maria,
Come on weave your sexy magic,
Dance and shake your body for me!
Keep it simple baby,
No fancy foot steps,
Angry neighbours banging on my door,
Volume to max blasting my heart's content!
What is going on ,paula?
You are dancing like a zombie!
Let me show you my dancing move..
DJ spin my hottest dance song!
Beating heartbeat insync with thumping drums!
Move ,babies ,let's show how it's done!
Oh yeah ! Iron fists and rocking
Sway like a leaf ,to and fro ,
Move that body guys and feel the heat,
Getting dam hot and fast,
I cant keep it up! No stamina to follow the beat,
I'm done ,i'm finished !
The music still playing ,
But i'm just not in it.
The next best thing to do,
Just step by step slow robo..
Not like some monkey on high!
Give a pause ,a nod ,and begin,
Dance ,move like fire on your pants!
Pick up some funky rhythm, Come on,here we go again ...

Genetically engineered
Desired and appreciated,
It's creation is fact,
Yet still it's debated,
The sight alone makes maidens hearts sing,
Nowhere in nature could you find such a thing,
Petals so lovely with color so true,
If I were a rose I would be so blue..

I am a face in a crowd,somewhere,someone.
I am the rumbling mountain rage!
Blowing hot temper flare!
I am the desperate and lonely,
Seeking and wanting badly.
I am what I am and who I am! We are faces in the crowd,everywhere,everyone.
We are the rumbling mountains rage!
Blowing hot temper flares!
We are the desperate and lonely,
Searching and needing badly!
We are what we are and who we are!

Pardon my diving nose ,
But I Dont smell a rose!
What do you call this?
Poetry,tadpole or fish?
Sounds like a shopping list.
You're cooking the wrong dish!
It's call poem not blogs or magic,
So why post here is beyond logic.
No rhyme ,no rhythm ,does not matter ,
But no tale or meaning either!

A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Would I save time
If i walked a straight line?

But I need it
Im lost
I feel confusion and dissmay
I don't know another way

I will follow where it goes
For I know where ive been
Everything I've done
Everything I've seen

So along the crooked fence i descend
A thousand steps to a dead end